The curtains were still closed although it was still quite light outside. We stood awkwardly together in the middle of the room. She indicated that I ...hould sit down. 'After you, Miss Clark' I said politely. She looked at me with a strange expression on her face; almost a smile but not quite, 'Talk sense, Richard; it's not something I shall be wanting to do for some time... and I thought we got onto first name terms, this afternoon'. I really didn't know what to say to this! She. I have brown eyes, and short, dark hair. I have a constant 5 o’clock shadow going on which most lades find hot (reminds them of David Beckham or something…). But anyways, through all the times walking by I could always sense she was checking me out, trying to see my bulge.Anyways, one night we were both working late on some applications from a job fair.“Man doing these applications really kind of sucks,” I said, trying to make small talk.“Yea, I know what you mean. Some of them get pretty. Now she was crunching over the grainy red sand, still trying to arrest her hurtling progress, breasts jostling within her bikini top in what she knew was an undignified fashion. Reece and Kyla had both leapt from the blanket and they caught her, laughing. “Steady there, honey,” Kyla was saying, and Rachel felt a split-second’s gratitude for their aid. That was before she realised the two impossibly hot grown-up lovers were guiding her back to the cave-shaded blanket along with their nude. She's not going to let us go inside until we do.'" Sounds like Celia wanted you to kiss her. Did you?" Yeah, it was kind of nice, too. But Celia giggled and Stacy said it wasn't a real kiss. I became embarrassed and ran around to the back of the house. I tried not to look at Celia the rest of the night but when I did look she smiled at me. The next day was Wednesday and our party was going to be on Saturday afternoon. Stacy started talking about me kissing Celia again as soon as we got off the.